ha?

JERE. Oh, sir, for that, sir, 'tis my chief talent: I'm as secret
as the head of Nilus.

TATT. Ay? Who's he, though? A privy counsellor?

JERE. O ignorance! [Aside.] A cunning Egyptian, sir, that with
his arms would overrun the country, yet nobody could ever find out
his head-quarters.

TATT. Close dog! A good whoremaster, I warrant him: --the time
draws nigh, Jeremy. Angelica will be veiled like a nun, and I must
be hooded like a friar, ha, Jeremy?

JERE. Ay, sir; hooded like a hawk, to seize at first sight upon the
quarry. It is the whim of my master's madness to be so dressed, and
she is so in love with him she'll comply with anything to please
him. Poor lady, I'm sure she'll have reason to pray for me, when
she finds what a happy exchange she has made, between a madman and
so accomplished a gentleman.

TATT. Ay, faith, so she will, Jeremy: you're a good friend to her,
poor creature. I swear I do it hardly so much in consideration of
myself as compassion to her.

JERE. 'Tis an act of charity, sir, to save a fine woman with thirty
thousand pound from throwing herself away.

TATT. So 'tis, faith; I might have saved several others in my time,